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Bakura's Nightmare	By : KimyouTeki Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2076 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Bakura's Nightmare
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K: This was originally meant to be ch. 20 of a fic I've got elsewhere, a smutty lemon injected into the story just 'cause I wanted to see this pairing. But they have rules over there, and this is too smutty, I think.
BTW, the other fic is called "Baku, Ra, to Ringu" and it's on FanFiction.net, if you wanna check it out.
This was inspired by several things-- first, that episode of YGO where Malik and Bakura team up to duel against Marik, and he still dominates.
Second, Marik's fingers. I love watching him draw cards while he duels. His fingers are so slender and graceful, I think whoever drew those scenes should get a bonus or something.
Third, Bakura. He's a hard character to pigeonhole. I've read lots of fics, painting many different pictures of him. This is how I see him: intelligent, self involved, acts cold, but has kindness in him. Since he spends all his time chasing the Sennen items around, he has no experience with relationships or sex.
I listened to the song "Pretty Piece of Flesh" from the Romeo and Juliet soundtrack while writing this, and I think it suits the story nicely.
Disclaimer: I don't own YGO, Romeo, Juliet, or the song "Pretty Piece of Flesh".
Now, let's begin, shall we?
Chapter One: First, the Floor.
Bakura found himself wandering down a dark hallway with Marik. It was huge, with marble floors and molded archways. Marik stalked ahead, his deep purple Rare Hunters cloak flowing outwards behind him.
"Where are we going?" Bakura looked down at himself then. He was wearing a hospital gown, but it was very short, revealing his lean, pale legs. He could feel that he had nothing else on underneath.
He opened his mouth to say that he needed clothes, but Marik abruptly stopped, and furled around to face him. He smiled wickedly, the golden eye on his forehead glowing in the dim light.
They were now standing in front of a door. Marik pushed it open. "After you."
Bakura went in. As his eyes adjusted, he saw that he was in a grand bedroom with floor to ceiling windows and a large fireplace. The windows were decked with gauzy powder blue curtains blowing inward with the breeze. The bed was huge, with four posts and curtains, tied back to show that the bed was empty. "What is this place?"
The door slammed shut behind him, making him jump and spin on his heel, assuming a defensive stance. Marik was closing in on him. When it became apparent that he intended to kiss him, Baku-Chan made a surprised sound and started to back away, but he was not fast enough.
Marik hooked his arm around Bakura's waist and pulled him forward, pushing their bodies against each other. Putting his other arm around Bakura, he slid his hands down over Bakura's ass, then up under the cloth of his hospital gown, squeezing.
He gasped, his brow creased as he pushed against Marik's shoulders, trying to get away. "What the hell are you doing? Let go of me!!"
Oblivious to Bakura's struggles, he smiled coolly, his hands kneading Bakura's flesh. He pushed one of his knees between Bakura's legs, forcing him to stumble backwards in the direction of the bed.
Growling, he seized Marik's throat right under the jaw, digging his fingers in. Marik chuckled, still holding Bakura up against his body, now hardening.
He was on the brink of crushing Marik's throat. "Take your hands off of me this instant!"
The insane Egyptian's response was to bring up one arm and wrench Bakura's hand painfully away from his throat. Bakura cried out, and, distracted by the other's strength, was caught off guard by what happened next.
Marik pulled Bakura's arm around himself, drawing the pale spirit forward to crush his lips against Marik's hungry, waiting mouth.
Held tight, Bakura could not pull away. He gasped at the feel of a tongue forcing its way into his mouth, prying his teeth apart to explore him. It was hard to breathe. He didn't know what to do. He could feel a fingertip running lightly up and down the seam of the cleft of his ass. It felt bizarrely pleasurable.
Marik broke the kiss to breathe, nuzzling Bakura's neck. Bakura was gasping desperately. He pulled back what little he could in Marik's arms, turning his head away.
"No."
Ignoring him, Marik ran his tongue over Bakura's lower lip, then closed his teeth around it and sucked on it. His finger pressed, wanting entrance.
"No!"He finally broke free and took two running steps towards the door before he was tackled to the cold marble floor, hurting his palms and knees.
Bakura tried to scramble away, but Marik's hand was quickly planted on the back of his neck, shoving him to the floor. He turned his head in time to keep his nose from being smashed. He braced his arms against the surface and tried to push himself up, but Marik was exerting too much weight onto him.
"Let go of me!" He suddenly realized how much trouble he was in. He was on all fours, wearing a hospital gown, with his ass in the air, and Marik was right on top of him.
Marik smirked down at him, his free hand caressing pale flesh."Stop this right now, or you will regret it."
Marik closed his mouth around the base of his finger, lubricating it generously with saliva. A thick layer of it shimmered on his skin as he pressed the pad of his fingertip against Bakura's entrance.
His voice was edging on panic. "Don't you dare--"
Marik almost demurely slid his finger into Bakura, making him cry out, grimacing in pain.
He slid it in and out, wiggling it back and forth. Bakura whimpered in the back of his throat.
He slipped in another finger. Tears seeping through eyelids squeezed shut, Baku-Chan could feel Marik's fingers working in a scissoring motion. He screamed, a frightened and wordless sound.
A demonic purr: "It won't hurt if you relax."
"I can't relax, it hurts!" he sobbed. Tears fell freely. Baku-Chan tented his fingers against the floor, trembling as sweat shone on his pale skin.
After a short time, he pulled out, and Bakura felt something round and hard at his entrance. He tried not to scream, but couldn't help it as Marik pushed himself in. He stared wide eyed at nothing, lost in the shock of having someone inside him for the first time.
He slowly pushed all the way in, then drew back and pushed again, a little harder. Quickly, he picked up speed, smashing their hips together harder and harder, Bakura's moans spurring him on.
The pain dulled as they got hotter and wetter. Panting for breath between involuntary, guttural moans, Bakura didn't notice that Marik was no longer holding him down. His member was swollen and throbbing. He felt fluids running down his inner thighs, droplets patting on the floor between his knees. He knew some of it must be blood.
Marik hit Bakura's prostate, eliciting an even louder cry. He kept his thrusting fast and hard. Bakura screamed louder every time Marik hit his prostate.
Soon his thrusting faltered and stilled as he came inside Bakura. He pulled out, and they collapsed, both soaked in sweat, blood, and seminal fluids.
Baku-Chan lay on his side, his hospital gown pulled up, showing that he was still hard, his erection slick with pre-cum. Marik pushed him down flat on his back. Cradling the shaft in one hand, he ran his tongue along the length, down to the tip, which he took into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the eye while both hands stroked the shaft. His breathing shallow, Bakura clutched the front of his hospital gown with one hand,while the other tangled its fingers in his hair. His back arched and eyes half-lidded, everything went black.
--I'm gonna die I'm gonna fucking die--
He came, and Marik greedily lapped up the cum.
Catching his breath, Bakura forced himself up on his haunches, glaring murderously at Marik.
Marik's smile widened as his glinting eyes narrowed. "I know you liked it. Stop giving me that look."
"It was just this body. It didn't mean anything, so stay the hell away from me." He tried to stand, but was too weak. He collapsed, and Marik caught him.
"Get your hands off of me." He didn't realize that his arms were hooked around Marik's neck.
Without a word, Marik took Bakura up into his arms and carried him to the bed.
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